Monday, August 31, 2009

He would

I said I'd be home early. Even though the class ended at eight. I didn't expect the room to be wrong, or the students to be so engaging. I was late.

Liberated from the weight of the Cell Phone umbilical cord, it lay dead in a sticky part of my car. (Spilled coffee or juice, never mopped up well enough and now coins are embedded there as well.) I was a free woman, teaching new students, feeling a love of my craft and the crescendo of a brighter semester than I'd planned.

It was eight ten when I walked out to my car, answering cascading questions from eager new eyes and ears.

When I got home he wasn't there. "Where is daddy?"

"He went to find you."

He opened the door a second later and he was not a happy man. In a fog of love I listened to him lecture me about the stupid phone and about telling people one time when I should have been more careful and responsible, blah blah....

Because all that mattered was that he ....

He came to find me. He told the oldest, who is of age, to watch the little ones, and he assured them I was fine (even though he was not sure) and he drove into the night to rescue me.

He drove to the unfamiliar school and saw my car, but went inside anyway in case I was being held hostage.

He heard a girl on her life line phone talking about a great class and asked if it was mine and she said , "Yes, are you Bill? She talked about you." and he said "What room?"

But when he got there it was empty. The room. And once he was out in the parking lot again, my car was gone.

Later that night, next to him, crickets outside, room dark:

"If I was kidnapped and stolen away to Saudi Arabia would you come across the sea and steal me back?"
"I would."
"If I was trapped inside a collapsed building after an earthquake would you rescue me?"
"I would."
If I was missing would you find me."
"I would."

He held me tighter than usual. And even though we've loved each other for twelve years, it is one thing to say love and another to show it. He came to find me.

I always hoped he would.

18 comments:

  1. Oh, it's a real love story. I love those.

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  2. Ah, how sweet! I love stories like that.

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  3. I love this so much! So adorable.

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  4. So, you too have married one of those amazing men who absolutely would. :) I was guessing that from your previous posts where he features. He sounds like the kind of guy some women look for but never find. I am glad you have him. My man would too. No ocean too deep, no river too wide...
    And there is nothing I love more than the knowledge that my man would come and find me. Well, there might be one or two things...but that thought is right up there!

    Beautiful writing too, Suzanne. And I am a sucker for a good title. I have checked a zillions times today for your blog to update. Don't keep a girl waiting! :) I have to pick up the kid soon! It's nearly 3pm Tuesday afternoon here :) But I make time to read you. Who wouldn't?!

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  5. I see you've found your anchor and a darn good one it is. I think my favorite line of that beautiful vignette is the last.

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  6. Now THAT is good stuff. Congratulations on such an engaging class! I loved those in college. It makes me miss learning in a school setting.
    ~ Wendy

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  7. Lovely :)

    Faith @ www.boughanfire.com

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  8. awww, that is the sweetest story I've heard in a long time.

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  9. I could smack you for making me cry like that. Seriously. I'm trying to avoid crying, dang it!
    I'm so happy for you--for so many reasons. What a wonderful husband.

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  10. Oh my goodness this is so sweet. And you've told it so beautifully, too. Thank you for sharing. I know my husband would do the same. You're so blessed!

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  11. Yes, yes. He's a good one. Keep him close. I've one of those as well. Lucky girls, us two.

    And, 3k words? That's fully-awesome! oh, wait, forgot you don't watch kid shows much...did you see Bolt? Anyway, that was my kids favorite line from that movie.

    Raising a glass to new semesters, new words in our WIP's and new rememberences of why we married who we married.

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  12. Wow! That is so cool! My husband's the same way. Thanks for sharing that. Now I feel all warm and fuzzy. :D

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  13. That's so beautiful! I love those little things they do to show us. Actions can speak louder than words.

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  14. Once again your words have moved me to tears. How simply wonderful to be so loved. Your Bill sounds like an amazing man.

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  15. WOW!!!! You guys are great! I never expected so many comments on this post. Thanks so much for all your kind words.

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